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Writing

Oh okay, I completely failed at blogging here this month, but on the other hand? I’ve ‘won’ NaNoWrimo; I passed 50,000 words this afternoon. There’s still some writing to be done before the story is done, but wow… just wow.

Besides the amazing fact that I’ve gone from maybe writing a 1,500 short story piece to 50k+, my stability this month has been ridiculous. I’ve had a few minute moments of snappishness, but for the most part I have been doing pretty darn well. I’m sleeping well, I’m well… I’m not cognating great right now ’cause there’s a bit of a vicious head cold going on, but besides that, it’s just been… amazing.

I don’t trust this to last, of course. My life, my curse, my love, but none of these things are stability. I am hoping that she will be my partner in things now, that my dose of Seroquel is in just the right place to enable me to harness my abilities and talents and do. Besides NaNoWriMo, I’ve managed to turn out some crochet projects, spend some good time playing with my child, and generally living. The writing has taken place around these things. I’m trying so hard to not overdo, because I am terrible at that and it definitely burns through spoons I don’t actually have.

On a tangent, I received a courtesy copy of a letter from my psychiatrist to my GP. He was just letting my GP know that he’s going to make with the referral down to London forto get the yay/nay on whether or not I have ADHD. I’m not sure when that appointment will actually occur because it’ll probably take months to get the funding and the approval, but at least he’s working for me. The letter made me smile, as he referred to me as ‘extremely pleasant’. I like it when my pleasantness is recognized. I like it when a doctor makes the effort to recognize that I am doing my best to be cooperative and not a pain. I am especially grateful that this one sees both of those things, and doesn’t try to write me off as attention-seeking, or making up crap. I’m not — I am suffering and suffered in silence most of my life. I needed help, and I am grateful to have it. As Heatherbat pointed out when we were talking the other day, I am a victim of my own competence and self-control. It makes it seem like I’ve got it together, and lo how many times that has backfired on me… but that’s for another day. For now, I’mma get my Sims on.